A Poem for the Girl Across the Road (Part 4) – Mad Chaos: February 10, 1999

The Lady Across the Road

Wednesday 7:41 p.m.

The ladies down at the Gym have adorned beauty by the number, but none shall be more convincingly beautiful than the lady that from a distance even my eye does lull. Those beauties that allure my fond heart do breed within the wakeful walls of the Gym. They flourish their charm and allure my eyes but the all to which would not make such match to the seductiveness that lies but a breath of lust away.

Thus for this lady across the road that I did spy today I have a domination to my lustful ways given. Call it not an obsession as was the past but a delusion that I must to closer attend. Today she did but come home at 6:15 p.m. and as I’ve noted before she is beauty beyond beauty at even the breading of space between us for my eyes to decide such. She was wearing work clothes and thus works, with a black top and a creamy white skirt.

She is at least 25 years of age and I would kill to know her name. Anyway, I’ve just tried to write all I could about this lady across the street that I did scrutinize once again with my glare today but my poetical lines are too good to be placed within this prose. Therefore, I shall like others make a poem about it and unlike others, this is straight forward and straight of the heart’s thought, or rather lustful espionage.

A Poem for the Neighbour

Blatant seductress is lust over mind

This lady from yon street that stone’s throw away,

Does bless me if seldom she seldom does pay,

With beauty to blesséd I, if ought but older,

The age of true beauty is in the beholder,

Her hair is fair blonde but blonder at that,

Her beauty adorns the wealth of her age,

She must to be aged to at least twenty five,

And her face though ‘f far seen hath of beauty rived.

What I would ought do is with enhanced eyes see,

With that which magnifies, shall rendered I be,

She does far outweigh all belle’s that I’th spied,

And to know of her more, that is my strive,

Minstrels dost praised weave thine beauty to lays,

And I as your minstrel, your beauty praise,

Almost a Sonnet

What do you know, a Sonneteer with another Sonnet like form. Have I written much ado about nothing where agility did to my hand’s bones quickly grant. This poem is loosely in sonnet type form as it has fourteen lines and a couplet at the end but the main differences are the fact that each line’s rhyme accordingly and there are more or less syllables in each couplet.

So, regard this not as a proper Sonnet but as a blank verse on the borderline of a prized Sonnet. As you can see, my poetical potency has increased dramatically over the past couple of days and like I have unto myself and my Biorhythm Cycles been studying in the last month, I have shown signs of success. It is the beginning of my positive mental cycle which started two or so nights ago and already, poems are brimming from within.

This poem should not have been but trying to write normally didn’t come and thus, poetry was in the making, disguised as prose. To leave those lines undiscovered and unmarked would have been a sin and having come up with all except for the last couplet and the heading, I didn’t have much trouble with the mental edge that I already have to finish off the lot.

How the Syllables Balance

There is no real flaw to say that the Sonnet like poem is structured at that. Well, I have with my rhythmic lines made it structured. By this I mean that each couplet is in exact order when comparing length in syllables. There is a certain structure in the form of the poem that weighs precisely as if in a scale to weigh. Never do the syllabic lines stray higher than twelve syllables or lower than ten and with this structure creates the bias of the Sonnet. The lines of twelve and ten syllables go together against the lines of eleven syllables to create a weighted harmony.

Thus, each quatrain alternates between syllabic equality where the first and second quatrain is held together by a ten syllable tether, the second and third quatrain is by an eleven syllable tether held. The last couplet is of course comprised of ten syllables each but it does balance the opposing syllabic count that started the poem in the first quatrain. Thus, equality is measured in quatrain’s and their connections to each other as well as the balance between odd and even numbered syllabic lines. Was this over your head, I think not…

Near Midnight Notes

Wednesday 11:58 p.m.

Just seconds before the clock ticks to midnight we should really count this as a Thursday morning but there are a few things about today I have to chat about. So, as not to confuse the reader by placing today’s work in tomorrow’s entry I have in these dying seconds of the day began once again. The reason I stopped work on the other entry was simple, I wanted to watch television.

That and the fact that I decided to give Lyssa a call. You see, I had an urge coming straight from the Gym that needed me to write about all the beautiful women down in the Gym these days and as it so happens, that urge turned to my lustful fixation with the lady across the street that I only noticed for a few seconds. Those few seconds were enough of her beauty to write a Sonnet and therefor, I was inspired.

Now rather, the inspiration has somewhat gone and in that time after my entry I have also been working on some folders in my computer and I have also been measuring myself as I do every fortnight around this time. My Biceps have in two months increased from just over fourteen inches to a new record of fifteen inches and they don’t look as if they are going to stop. Although this is a slow period in my muscle building I will like always get past this sticking point.

Charting My Moods

I’ve been working on the graph for my mental cycle in the last half an hour and I’ve noticed with my daily input into these Biorhythm studies that there has been a strong link with the chart’s susceptibility to being correct about my cycles. Still, I have only been studying these cycles with charts for the last twenty or so days and I need at least three months of data to show an awareness and a parallelism between the retrospective truth’s of these charts collated with the subjective data of Biorhythm Cycles. If I can show a similarity between Biorhythm Cycles and how I am feeling then I am already one step into the right direction.

Gossip From Lyssa

Calling Lyssa up tonight around 8:30 p.m. tonight I found out some information that would alter yesterday’s history. Lyssa informed me that she called me at 1:30 p.m. on Tuesday from work and I can vaguely remember that conversation taking place. Therefor, that means Lyssa and I didn’t stop talking for another night but this does suggest that I’m not good to remember from my sleep. Apologizing for my not calling her back Lyssa then thought to include me in her gossip for the day.

“You remember that guy called Travis I told you about that knows you from Olympus Gym, you used to train with him or something”, Lyssa asked, “He walked me one time home before, remember?” Still not knowing who he is Lyssa then uttered “Today coming home while I was waiting for the bus with him he came up to me once again and asked for my phone number so he could take me out to a movie or something”.

Running Away Again

What was a little rude but understandable was that Lyssa laughed when she heard him say that and she didn’t tell me what she had done to tell him he couldn’t have her number but she didn’t catch the bus because of him. Seriously, that’s pretty much on the level of being a baby on Lyssa’s behalf. She should learn to be able to take criticism, take politeness and learn how to handle a situation without having to run away all the time.

For example, take the case with Milton who wants to take her out for Valentines day, Lyssa left it up to Kieran to inform Milton she didn’t want to go simply because she didn’t have the guts. To put it more bluntly, Lyssa needs to learn to stand on her own two feet without having to borrow everyone else’s or hide in their shadows. Lyssa’s escape was to ring up Kieran to pick her up because she didn’t want to be in the bus with him on the way home. Just think what that would do to his ego, yep…

A Picnic for Two

Lyssa also chatted about how she found out what Milton wanted to do for her and had a little bitch about it but it’s not going to do her any good in the future as Milton’s not going to know how she feels. Anyway, as I expected and probably wrote in my Diary, Milton wants to take Lyssa on a picnic, you know, Champagne, strawberry’s, that kind of shit.

Seriously, how much lamer can you get, from a bouquet of Roses simply because she hurt herself to a picnic with all the trimmings of a Hollywood daytime soapie, or at least he thinks. What does Milton possibly think he could get out of Lyssa by doing all that for her and what would she possibly think of him. Well, we all know that Lyssa thinks he’s a nutcase as I also do, a nutcase that thought to buy Lyssa some ‘Cool Water’ cologne, I think it was for Christmas.

The usual story noted that Kieran and Milton are having an argument over his feeble-mindedness but I feel that I would have Kieran right by saying he’s only being so defensive because he thinks he has someone now. Because Kieran is on the brink of acquiring DJ he no longer really cares about a crush he used to have on Lyssa and for that reason and without the rose colored glasses that Milton is wearing, he can see the stupidity in his quest and probably loath his own trying at Lyssa’s hand.